is forever locked away in the halls of time, and its story will continue to dilute with age, but this weekend, the weekend of marks birthday, will definitely be burned into my brain until something else weird and crazy happens. thanks ronralph.
A convocation of Theurgists in the guise of figures from mythology bearing gifts: The Scarlet Woman, whore of heaven, smokes a big fat joint; Atstarte of the Moon brings the wings of snow; Pan bestows the grapes of Bacchus; Hecate offers the sacred mushroom, Yage, wormwood brew. The vintage of Hecate is poured.
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